si-mexico Chapter 1977 Extremely Urgent
Chapter 1977 Extremely Urgent
The rage and hesitation on Helian Wujiu's face gradually faded, replaced by a ruthless determination.
He glanced at the exhausted and terrified soldiers around him, who were still fighting back under the officers' orders, and then at Zhang Xun's resolute eyes.
He knew that breaking through was a near-certain death, while holding on might offer a glimmer of hope!
"it is good!"
Helian Wujiu stamped his foot sharply, a resolute glint in his eyes, "We'll do as General Zhang says! Hold the line and wait for reinforcements!"
Without further hesitation, he immediately summoned his trusted generals and issued a stern order in the Scorpion Tribe language:
"Pass down the order! Everyone, abandon any thought of breaking out! Rely on the existing fortifications and hold the camp to the death!"
"Even if we fight to the last man, we will never let the Chu dogs take a single step easily!"
"Tell the lads that reinforcements are on their way, hold on!"
At the same time, he said to Zhang Xun, "General Zhang, I'll trouble you to arrange the matter of sending a message by carrier pigeon immediately!"
"Make sure Wang Zhongsi and those guys from the Black Wolf Tribe know about the critical situation we're in!"
"Don't worry, Chief Helian!"
Zhang Xun clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, then immediately turned around and personally selected the most reliable messenger and the strongest carrier pigeon to send the secret message requesting help in the most urgent manner.
Soon, several carrier pigeons, carrying the last hope of the 40,000-strong allied army, flapped their wings vigorously in the darkest sky before dawn, breaking through the thinning night and the clamor of the battlefield below, and flew swiftly towards the direction of Luoxia Mountain.
Meanwhile, within the camp's defensive perimeter, the Allied soldiers, ordered to hold their ground, temporarily suppressed their panic.
Under the command of the officers, they used all available obstacles to build even stronger defensive fortifications, preparing to meet the Chu army's even fiercer attack.
A brutal war of attrition thus began. Helian Wujiu and Zhang Xun placed all their hopes on the reinforcements that were fifty miles away.
The first quarter of the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) is the darkest and quietest time before dawn.
Deep within the Luoxia Mountains, the Tang army's main camp was built against the mountainside, hidden in the thick darkness and mountain mist.
Apart from the regular footsteps of the patrol team and the occasional wolf howl in the distance, all was silent, as if everything was immersed in a brief pre-battle rest.
Suddenly, a very faint flapping sound broke the silence.
A homing pigeon, its feathers disheveled and looking exhausted, darted through the warning netting above the camp like a familiar old horse, and landed directly in the rear area where homing pigeons were kept.
The person in charge of guarding the pigeon coop was an experienced veteran. He was dozing against the coop wall when the noise woke him up, and he instinctively caught the homing pigeon that had fallen.
When he touched the specially made red copper tube on the pigeon's leg, which represented "extreme urgency," he was instantly wide awake and his face changed drastically!
He didn't even have time to check the pigeon's condition carefully before gently placing it into the cage.
Then he grabbed the small copper tube as if it were a burning ember, turned around and staggered toward the central command tent at top speed, not even caring about the questions from the sentries along the way.
"General! General! Urgent military intelligence! Send a message by carrier pigeon!"
The veteran ran breathlessly to the outside of the command tent, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and shouted to the guards on duty outside.
He was quickly led into the tent.
The tent was brightly lit, but Wang Zhongsi was not asleep.
He was about forty-five years old, with a square face and a weathered bronze complexion. He had a neatly trimmed short beard on his chin, and his eyes were calm and reserved, as if they contained the depths of mountains and lakes, giving people a feeling of unwavering strength.
At this moment, he was studying the defense map of Luoxia Mountain on the table by the light of the lamp.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and calmly gazed at the veteran who had barged in.
"What's the matter?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calm and reassuring power.
"General...Golden Scorpion Tribe...Chief Helian...Urgent message!"
The veteran presented the red copper tube with trembling hands.
Wang Zhongsi frowned almost imperceptibly, took the copper tube, skillfully unscrewed it, and took out the thin paper rolled inside.
When he unfolded the letter and his gaze swept over the words written by Zhang Xun himself, the handwriting slightly messy but the content breathtaking, his usually expressionless face was instantly covered with an unprecedented solemnity!
The letter clearly describes how they were suddenly surrounded by the main force of the Chu army's Zhuque Legion of 100,000 men, fifty miles outside Luoxia Mountain, how they were caught in a fierce battle, how their camp was breached, how they suffered heavy losses, and how they urgently needed reinforcements.
Finally, we earnestly request Wang Zhongsi to consider the overall situation of the Allied Forces and send troops to their aid immediately, otherwise the 40,000-strong Allied Army may be in danger of being completely annihilated!
"The 100,000-strong Vermilion Bird Legion, Feng Mulan!"
Wang Zhongsi put down the letter, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
The news was so shocking that it completely disrupted his original plans.
He immediately realized that the situation had undergone a radical change!
"Send the order!"
Without any hesitation, Wang Zhongsi shouted in a deep voice to the outside of the tent: "All officers of battalion level and above, come to the commander's tent immediately for a meeting!"
"Furthermore, send someone to the Black Wolf tribe's encampment immediately and invite the Tuojin leader to come and discuss a matter of vital importance concerning the life and death of the allied forces!"
The order was quickly relayed, and the silent Tang army camp rippled like water rippled after a stone was thrown in.
Soon, the generals, covered in morning dew and filled with doubt and a hint of unease, arrived one after another at the command tent. The atmosphere inside instantly became serious and oppressive.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a series of heavy and slightly disordered footsteps came from outside the tent, along with impatient grumbling.
The tent flap was suddenly flung open, and a strong, wild smell of mutton hit the viewer.
The newcomer was extremely tall and burly, almost reaching the tent flap. He wore a heavy wolfskin coat, and his bare chest was covered with thick chest hair and hideous tattoos.
His face was full of fierce features, with a deep scar running diagonally from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely menacing.
A pair of leopard eyes surveyed the tent, their arrogance and dissatisfaction undisguised.
This person was none other than Tuowu Jin, the leader of the Black Wolf tribe of the Scorpion Clan.
"General Wang!"
Suddenly, Jin's voice, like a broken gong, swaggered over to the seat reserved for him. Instead of sitting down, he put his hands on his hips and shouted gruffly:
"It's not even fully light yet! Why have you summoned me, the chief, in such a hurry? What urgent matter could it be? Could it be that the Chu army has come knocking on our door?"
His attitude was quite rude, and some Tang generals in the tent showed resentment on their faces, but they did not retaliate due to the alliance.
Wang Zhongsi seemed to have long been accustomed to Tuwujin's attitude, and he did not get angry.
He calmly picked up the letter from the table, his gaze sweeping over all the generals in the tent, including the impatient Tuojin.